I walk into the room. I know You are there. I can feel Your presence. I can feel Your eyes watching me. I can feel Your pleasure as You gaze intently at me, taking me in as I walk, silently, to the spot in the middle of the room.
I reach above me, my bare arms visible in the single string of light in the darkness, and grasp the cuffs above me. I wrap the soft cuffs first around one wrist and then around the other. I slow my breathing as You have taught me to do. I feel the cuffs slightly lifting, my toes barely on the floor now, reminding me that You are there in the dark shadows of the corner of the room. I know You are there, watching my naked body as I prepare myself for what is to come.
The music in the room is a soft volume but a heavy melody that thumps into my soul, as I center myself. I repeat my mantra softly as You have taught, reminding myself (though not longer truly needed) that I am Your sub and I am here for Your pleasure. Just this routine puts me into a soft floaty space and You have not even touched me yet.
I hear a whispered sound behind me, but I know to keep myself still. I feel You behind me and then beside me but i am left untouched by You. I hear sounds behind me again. I work to calm my pounding heart but I know the first strike will come soon.
There is no surprise when it does happen, the whip licking the soft flesh of my ass before the crack registers in my ears. I gasp deeply, a slight sound escaping my lips. The second lash strikes a different spot on my ass and I gasp again. By the fifth and sixth strikes, I have gotten used to the lashes and am no longer surprised but enthralled. I try to guess where the next lash will land. How long after I feel the whip will I hear the crack of it? How much will the sting hurt? Will the sting feel good? Did that one leave a mark?
You know I love marks. They become little reminders later of our time together when we are apart. You enjoy giving me marks, taking a picture and looking at them later. You, much like me, relish in the knowledge that they are there, under my clothes, the next day at work.
The whip strikes harder now, the falls closer together in timing. Without consciousness, my body cries out, pulling away and pushing towards the whip, swaying front to back and side to side. The flood gates of emotions release and You know I'm done.
I feel You behind me, holding me with one hand, while You release the cuffs with the other. You lower me to the ground in Your lap, caressing my back as my emotions continue to flow. A soft blanket is placed on my lower body and I curl closer into Your lap, my head on Your thigh.
Your touch calms me. You soothing words calm me. Your whip refreshes me.